|I treasure my mother's cross stitch tablecloth which she embroidered many years ago. She died far too early, and this is a lovely excuse for me to get the cloth out, feel it and just remember her.|
We are attending the family wedding of my mother's granddaughter. A granddaughter that she did not know who was born after she had died, so a poignant moment amongst the happiness.
As I raise my glass of champagne at the wedding my mother will be close in my thoughts.